Today I�m wearing cut-off shorts to work�they�re short shorts. As opposed to long shorts which are probably more fitting to the office environment�but then again I just saw a large bottom wander past clad in a fairly see-through white velour tracksuit, so maybe my shorts aren�t as offensive as I first thought?
This is a whole new me. It�s very scary. This new me actually likes her legs a bit and can put up with them being on show. She doesn�t even think about it too much (although at times there�s a constant monologue of �they�re looking at me�maybe they think my legs look awful or perhaps I missed a bit when I was shaving (I have a fear that I�ll continually miss one bit so it grows and grows and I have just a big shaggy patch on me that I don�t know about�it�s a STUPID fear) or perhaps I�m just a wobbly blob of legfat? But seriously, they�re looking and now they�re talking to each other, I just know it�s about me *spots a mirror/reflective surface* oh, okay, they look alright�that�s weird, my legs have never looked okay and wow, I�m actually not too bothered that you can see almost ALL of my thighs�but�hang on�.did I just hear someone say something?...� and yes. I�m a mentalist.
Okay�I�m at work and I have stuff to do and a bagel to eat and some nice tea to drink (I had coffee out of my lovely new coffeefilterofcheapness this morning before I left work) BUT I�m possibly going to come back later to discuss�
�my stupid body obsession�
�the cocksuckingmotherfuckingturdbreatharsewipecrackheaddickshit who pulled a knife, yes, that�d be a CARVING knife on my boyfriend...
�other things�
See, I�m very specific and commital. But I�m also aware that I�m getting boring and that I planned to use this space to improve my (or just DO SOME) writing so later I�m going to write something with a bit more�.something. And NOT �what I did today� which is a rut I got stuck in when I stopped writing at work.
*goes*
*comes back for a hug*
*goes again*
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Last Lemon Productions!
